Crystal's One Night of Love
Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It
In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.
Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.
His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.
Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”
Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”
Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”
Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.
Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.
Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”
No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.
Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”
Henry’s eyes reddened.
He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.
The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.
An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.
Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.
He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.
On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.
His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.
Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.
He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!
Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.
Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”
Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.
He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”
Melora covered her mouth in shock.
It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.
Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”
Melora was crushed.
She knew she had been punching above her weight.
Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.
“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.
In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”
Melora had no choice.
She packed some clothes and followed Henry.
the stairs,
a hint of fear in
patted his head, assuring gently, “I am your uncle. Your
Berthold relaxed, closing his
ached as he delicately placed the little boy into the child seat in his car, then turned to his
the car, murmuring, “Could
“You’re afraid now?”
car door. He made his way around the front of the car and got in. He
a long silence, he gently stepped on the
hour later, the car slowly pulled into
intended to disturb Crystal for she had her own worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of
the stairwell, she saw Henry holding
froze for a
in a hushed tone. “Let Berthold sleep with Skyler tonight.
Crystal nodded.
staircase again,
tucking the tiny boy
the day had been too long, for the child drifted
cracking open into slits before she rolled
fair as porcelain and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were their dark brown
felt his heart soften at
and patted Berthold. “This child takes
taken aback, wore her guilt
voice. “You must have figured out who the
words came out more vulgar
let the children hear you. We’ll
fierce glare, but
now wore an armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,”
tense look on
grasped her hand. “Stay with Melora. I’ll head
agreed
yet addressed. Yet, when faced with the situations
to do? After all, I am Melora’s brother, and Crystal is
the guest room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me
about to
emotion washed
Melora’s hand, she reassured, “You should have come
called out in a soft
said, “I’ll go prepare something for us to eat. You take a bath first. Everything you need is in
Melora nodded.
snack. By the time everything was ready, Melora
pajamas, the kind where the vibrant colors
Crystal noticed.
with a tremble in her voice, “Come and eat. Everything here
and began
the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking
simply kept
with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He
could she dwell
living a tough life worrying about sustenance like
they were swept away by the winds of
He was
her youthful radiance. Moreover, the passage
brother will, after all, need to vent his anger. But he would never hurt Berthold.” She could not promise Melora
girl
went to see Henry
the heavy door of the study. The room was dim, save for a
was filled to
the door behind her, walked
smoking too much! Aren’t you afraid
watched her
any other night, as Crystal voluntarily
the cigarette
hoarse whisper, “Crystal, have I failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had
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